Cassian was so gentle with her, even with large, rough hands that were most likely used to being anything but. But there was no pain or protestation as she groaned into the kiss and continued moving in time with the rhythm he'd set, and there would be none with every touch, every kiss, and knowing that Cassian wasn't only doing this because she wanted it.

At least she had enough presence of mind to trail her fingertips along his sides, as well, taking in the feel of his skin underneath them, how his muscles twitched, every reaction she could pull from him, as well.

She would immediately stop if she thought for one moment that he wasn't sure, if he wasn't feeling as much pleasure as she was, if all he was doing was going through the motions.